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Poem Details | by natalyn hobbs |
Categories: appreciation, care, caregiving, grandmother, love,

Grandma Andrea

Grandma Andrea encourages me.
Grandma Andrea has faith in me.
Grandma Andrea is a lot like me.
Grandma Andrea is a great grandmother.
Grandma Andrea is sweet.
Grandma Andrea is kind.
Grandma Andrea is intelligent.
Grandma Andrea cares for me.
Grandma Andrea loves me.
I love my grandma Andrea!

Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: grandmother,


the saltiness of love
a riveting fall
unlike other tears
this solitary shed
like a drip of life-blood
the lance of each freckle
an almost feckless drive over the sallow cheek
finally landing on the lump of her throat

the last tear stains her pillow
tasted by encompassing family
a lovely bouquet
the aroma of memories
likewise a splash of a storm
lashing against the window pain
softly moaning wind
as she exhales one more breath
like the shake of a baby’s rattle

as the sun shines
a doe with a sparkling eye
and her fawn
through the window pane

her family exhales
and holds the snapshot
of her death

Silent One’s One Last Tear Contest

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: family, history, pride, rose, tribute, women,


Great grandmother Rosa Grandmother Maryrose And Mother Roseann Daughter April Rose Granddaughter Kayla Rose Granddaughter Ella Rose Love all my Roses // ¦¦ \\ // ¦¦ \\ // ¦¦ \\ // ¦¦ \\ ¦¦ ¦¦ ¦¦ ¦¦
posted on October 13, 2019

Poem Details | by Olusegun Ojo |
Categories: black-african amergrandmother,

I Sing Africa

All's not about Darfur I've seen it, eerie winds Moonlight through our thatch We kissed round, one *palmie gourd Kigali was but a miss Waist-beads - beats to love Have you heard the talk-drum, *Fela's horns of brass, Or the *Aladuras' joy of Alleluia? My grandmother still walks miles Just because her forbears did, And shame on malaria For the dearth of men Oh, on Mandela's earth Of Soyinka's nobel ideas Africa - a big breast, the good, the bad, the ugly. . . all, as sucklings! *palmie - palm wine *Fela - Celebrated afrobeat musician *Aladura - a popular african instituted christian sect noted for heavy prayers

Poem Details | by James Nichols |
Categories: daughter, family, grandmother, life, love, mom, mother, mother daughter, day, day,

Silently She Weeps

Every day she comes to visit her,
lifts the spoon to her thin lips.
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps.
Life arrested in its waning grip.

Every day she comes with hope
that something in her changes.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps
The memories time rearranges.

Every day she comes and wonders,
will she wake today and speak?
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps
An imprisoned mind in body weak.

Every day she comes and touches
the woman like no other.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps.
Maternal daughter, loving mother.


Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: nature,

Water Love

             shining water flows cold . . .

                             life blood of our ancestors . . . 

                                                        gift to our children . . . 

dedicated to Harsh Wind, Grandmother of fellow Souper  - Cona Adams

David Meade
Live Generously

Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: grandchild, grandmother, happiness, happy,

Grandma Happy

Footsteps on stairs,
little feet pounding, running,
child faces peeking round the kitchen door,
expectancy alive, dancing in their eyes.
They know that love is always here
waiting just for them.     

Each one thinks he is favorite;
in his or her own way, it is true.
Each is the most special
not for anything they say or do,
just for being.   

We have our rituals -
breakfast French toast and bacon,
back rubs and funny faces,    
movie nights,
ice cream after church,
backyard camp outs,
lots of love, laughter.   

Happy takes me by surprise
each time I look
in my grandchild’s eyes.

© September 11, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: age, emotions, feelings, grandmother, i love you, imagery, love,


Tears in your eyes reflect pain hidden there
recalling your youth and a world more kind.
And a sadness fills your heart with despair
as memories replay within your mind.

The truth's apparent, endorsed by old age,
so hold my hand and let me calm your fears.
For though life's book approaches the last page
there is no need for worry or sad tears.

I knew you in my youth when just a boy
you entered my life as a friend back then.
And amidst innocence and youthful joy
you helped a boy enter the world of men.

Look deep into my eyes granny and see
that as long as I live, you’ll live in me.

Poem Details | by Eva J Tortora |
Categories: space, uplifting, wedding, write, grandmother, write,

Blue Wind......

If I were to write about love

I would start with a word

like candle......


I remember before my grandmother died

she would recomend

I get a job in the writing world

the acting world

and then she's gone.......

I remember the rain....

how one life affects another.....




if i were to write about love....

i would start with a word....




Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: death, grandmother, loss, mother,

Death's Cold Hand

Easter brings back sad memories. 
My mother died on Good Friday.
She was a bible scholar and quoted
Jesus's words every day to us kids.
I remember her love for lavender,
Her operatic gentle voice singing to us.
How she loved little children with joy
And what a great grandmother she was.


Writing Challenge 1- April, 2019 -
Its All About 8 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart

2. Elegy
1. Death's Cold Hand

Poem Details | by Sunlite Wanter |
Categories: addiction, fun,

Sweet Tooth

Used on Poetry Soup 3/23/17

Sweet Tooth

She always asks for candy,
When we ask what she wants for her Day,
Or on Christmas she asks for pralines,
That come from far away.

She never asks for diamonds,
Nor an eco friendly mink;
Only some kind of truffles,
Or a gooey chocolate drink.

Jelly beans by the handfuls,
She keeps at her kitchen door,
I’ll want that candy dish in her will,
Just in case it fills some more.

We all just call her Sweet Tooth,
She never puts on any pounds,
If she did, we’d love her just the same,
For GrandMother is sweet as it sounds.

Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: feelings, grandmother, grief, love,

One Gray Hair

Her wrinkles were joy-flecked twinkled with facial lines brightly smile crunched. Her eye shade vague, but love sprinkled from decades of holding faith bunched. She prayed steady, her praise ready. Her giggle rendered me tickled. Her heart-ways raised me cherish-touched. Loving my Gram much, tears trickled the morning I found her death clutched. Not one gray hair lacked my despair.
March 10, 2018

Poem Details | by Mike Gentile |
Categories: bird, grandmother, inspiration, love,

The Whisper of a Sparrow

As the whisper of a sparrow
     gently graces my side, 
     she touches the earth
 I am as well,  touched
 by my sweet grandmother
     whose love for the little birds
     has inspired me

innocence knows innocence 
     and I can remember her words
as she sprinkled  bread crumbs 
in the grass
     she said,  take care of our little friends
they need us as much as
     we need them

Each time I see the tiny creatures,
     I see my grandmother’s face
and hear her voice
and I know
that she is still inspiring me
to take care of those
     who need us

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: family, grandmother, longing, lost love, night, nostalgia, symbolism,


Across my bed
I drape
a vintage
handmade quilt
sewn with precision
and loving care
it keeps me warm
it keeps me safe
as if
still in the arms
of my grand-mother
as if
she were still here
with me with us

Submitted on June 22, 2019 for contest N/A RE-RUN sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON

and on April 17, 2019, for contest APRIL 2019 PREMIER 6 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - N/A

Originally posted on March 15, 2019

Poem Details | by rolanda smith |
Categories: love, passion, day,

unexpected love

i never thought this could be.
wanting someone i thought wasn't meant for me.
hmmm... beautiful as can be.
never to kow that they were my fantasy.
i'd voice my feelings but dare not to.
for fear  of what may be my outcome due.
nope. . . i'll just keep it to myself
in hiding hope that it'll go away or i'll need help.
why would something like this have to happen to me?
why couldn't this just be a story told to me?
i'd rather it be so, cause my heart hurts.
i see him day to day acknowledged by the term "grandmother".
when  all the while i really wish he were my lover.
but i guess this is how it has to be...
                          cause unexpected love has fallen on me.

Poem Details | by Susan Jeavons |
Categories: age, beauty, family, grandmother, imagery, life, love,

Life Lines

Life Lines

When I look at Grandma’s face
there’s a great deal I can see.
Every furrow shows a trace
of her family’s history.

There’s a line for every struggle
every victory she’s won.
There are tender lines for daughters
and generous ones for sons.

Beneath her eyes lines of sorrow
show how many tears she’s cried
yet around her mouth as many
show her laughter and her pride.

Grandma’s face is full of charm
and for every line I see
a gentle spirit revealed
in her love for family.

Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: appreciation, blessing, character, child, childhood, grandmother, love,

The Rocking Chair

When a child with mood tuned to channel pout,

I cherished how you chose to repose me.

You chair-rocked soothing beats with arms about

me, your small lap-wrap, and lulled me gloom free.

          Your gentle love nurtured my self-image.   

Grown, I still feel Grannie-pats on my back         
that once love filled me in your rocking chair.         
Time’s chase cannot displace our love with lack     

for still I rock in your love’s sure graced flair.  
Decades death laid swayed not your dear visage. 

... CayCay
May 2, 2019

Poem Details | by Eve Peterson |
Categories: beautiful, cute, grandmother, happiness, happy, joy, love,

Became A Grandma

I became a Grandma today
Which makes me happy in every way
I held you in my arms
Such a sweet feeling in arms
I love you so
And think of you so
As you grow
My heart is happy
Grandma loves you
Always and true

Poem Details | by Ann Foster |
Categories: christmas, happiness, heaven, longing, love, miracle, missing you,

Keeping Still

Keeping Still

The fire has burned low my love. 
I dare not move to fix it. 
You have fallen asleep against my chest.
I feel you breathing.
I hear air, moving… in and out…
as you slumber.

Your hair is a wave of brown, 
like a warm blanket, 
the only comparison, 
a treasure my grandmother, 
would have made by hand.

You smell of the earth. 
The trees and the outside, 
have come inside with you. 
We hiked all morning, 
and now…
they are a pleasant memory, 
swaying my senses 
as I sit holding you close,
in my arms. 

The fire has burned low my love. 
I dare not move to fix it.  

Poem Details | by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: 7th grade, creation, grandmother, grandson, poetry,


My Love for Dogs

Dogs cute and fluffy!
Of all shapes and sizes, 
some look so puffy.

Some dogs' hair is scruffy.
Comb them, please and make
them sightly!

Grandma and I wrote this poem
A familial treasure, beyond any

(Written by Panagiota and her
grandson, Eddie)

Short Bio~*
Eddie is studying Poetry and is
He loves a 'Midsummer's Night's
Dream' and was when only ten
when he saw it!
Performed outdoors at....
Lake Tahoe, California.

Love, Panagiota and Eddie

October 2, 2019

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: grandchild, grandmother, grandson,

Twelve and Kind-Hearted

He is twelve and kind-hearted. 
I agree to try another video game because I love him.
He keeps giving me glowing reviews.
“You are doing well, grandma!”
“You got a lot further than last time, grandma!”
Sometimes I know when my spaceship has crashed and burned.
Other times I keep pushing the kill button, thinking I am still in the game somewhere.
At one point he said, “Grandma, you can stop pushing the buttons now.”
Telling me that I had already crashed and burned.

Poem Details | by Al Parry |
Categories: anniversary, baby, baptism, beauty, bereavement, best friend, birthday, boyfriend, bridal shower, brother, caregiving, celebration, child, childhood, farewell, feelings, first love, children, for him, kids, freedom, friendship, funeral, girlfriend, giving, goodbye, graduation, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother, grandparents, grandson, happiness, happy, health, heartbroken, hope, identity, inspiration, jesus,


Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.

Poem Details | by VICTOR BUN |
Categories: angel, anniversary, beautiful, beauty, birthday, black african american, boyfriend, brother, business, caregiving, childhood, christian, christmas, dedication, easter, family, father, flower, friendship, girl, girlfriend, graduation, grandmother, happiness, happy, home, hope, husband, inspirational, life, love, memory, mother, passion, people, pets, relationship, romance, romantic, rose, seasons, social, success, thank you, wedding,


I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Poem Details | by Perry Campanella |
Categories: community, culture, dad, daughter, devotion, education, family, father daughter, feelings, children, kids, friendship, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, husband, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, international, joy, marriage, men, mentor, mother daughter, niece, parents, poems, relationship, spiritual, teacher, teen, teenage, thank you, today, truth, voice, wisdom, world, youth,

Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"

Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: granddaughter, grandmother, love,

A Grandmother's Love - Anacreontic 1

Eyes wide and innocent, blue with sparkles of mischief shining through. I see you, angel girl. You see me and run, straight into my arms. You shout my name, "Grandma! Grandma!", as I scoop you up. If I could, I would give you the world. A sloppy kiss on my cheek and a hug. "Love you, Grandma!" "Love you, too, baby!" Off you run to explore your world with curiosity and wonder. I am putty in your hands.
11/9/15 For Edward Ebbs Anacreontic Verse 1 contest